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It is I, Tammi. What needs to be done?
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In my fantasy I'm a pantomime I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean Words are too messy And it's way past time To end in my mouth Paint my face white and tried Reinvent the sea One wave at a time Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight I ain't afraid to let it out I'm not afraid to take that fall But I have found beyond all doubt We say more by saying nothing at all In my fantasy no such thing as time Minutes bleed into days Avant garde Show me your heresies And I'll show you mine We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride I ain't afraid to let it out I'm not afraid to take that fall But I have found beyond all doubt We say more by saying nothing at all In my fantasy you look good entwined In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine You're my deep secret I'm your pantomime I'll just move my hands I promise you'll see what I mean Incubus : Pantomime Shows!
Jimmie's Chicken Shack Virginia Beach, VA August 2001 Hoobastank, Incubus Norfolk, VA September 2001 Phantom Planet, Incubus Richmond, VA June 2002 30 Seconds to Mars, Incubus Virginia Beach, VA September 2002 Jepetto, Jimmie's Chicken Shack Richmond, VA March 2003 Lollapalooza: The Distillers, The Donnas, Queens of the Stone Age, Jurassic 5, Incubus, Audioslave, Jane's Addiction Bristow, VA August 2003 Mest, Goldfinger, Good Charlotte Richmond, VA October 2003 Alien Ant Farm, 311 Richmond, VA November 2003 Y101 Birthday Bash: Steriogram, Marcy Playground, HIM, Puddle of Mudd Richmond, VA May 2004 Spooky Daly Pride, Jimmie's Chicken Shack Richmond, VA June 2004 Ben Kweiler, Incubus Richmond, VA October 2004 Copper, Jimmie's Chicken Shack Richmond, VA January 2005 Jimmie's Chicken Shack Virginia Beach, VA August 2005 Switchfoot Norfolk, VA November 2005 | First. Saturday. 9.3.05 2:13 am August 26th at 4:10am I decided to keep a written journal since I won’t have internet access for a few days. I really need to find another way to occupy my time because I feel like I’m experiencing internet withdrawals. It’s weird not having James around and I can’t determine whether that’s good or bad. And this doesn’t even feel like my house anymore; I almost feel like a guest here. Let’s begin with the bus rise, which seemed tedious and treacherous until I would compare it to the rides back and forth that I used to endure between Virginia and Florida. It wasn’t that bad. I will say that every time I ride a bus, there is that one person or group of people that interests me. There was this one, big black guy who was loud the entire trip, either on his cell phone or talking to his buddy who was also on the bus. “Shorty”, he called him - a short, white guy who when I first laid eyes on and heard him speak, brought to mind “Git ‘er Done!” “Shorty” ended up talking to me before we stopped for a layover. He saw my big CD book and asked if I had any music from [insert assorted names of rappers here] and I smirked a little from embarrassment. I always feel awkward about showing others my CD book because I only carry Rock, maybe a little Techno, and a little R&B. I showed it to him and he said, “Holy shit! Ya got all ‘dis white man music!” Haha. This guy was extraordinary. The only way to describe him is country, ghetto redneck. I mean that in a nice, inoffensive way. Seemed like a pleasant dude. I was thinking a lot on the way here. So many things inspired me to write and I was upset that I didn’t have my notebook – any notebook. Scenery, worn houses, dead railroads, dried and discolored grass, and country folk. Unfortunately, I seem to have left that all on the bus. Seeing Mom was weird. She looked older and skinnier. She’s way skinnier than I am and I was hesitant to hug her. I hate that she’s getting older and I can see it. I feel the same about Grandma. She’s been pretty sick lately, too. After we reunited, I drove us around to view what had changed in the city since I’d moved. Getting in the house was definitely strange. Everything reminded me of either the very day I left or of Quintus. Yes, Quintus. Weird, man. In fact, thoughts of him have been attacking my brain uncontrollably for hours and it’s almost driving me mad. I think the sooner he gets his things, the sooner I can relax. With everything, it feels like I’m picking up where I left off last time I was here, but it’s not the same case with him which may be why it’s so disturbing. I can’t concentrate on this right now because I have so much on my mind about what I need to do and what I’m feeling on top of Mom running her mouth. Good night for now. 0 Comments.
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